Occasionally,
now I'm alone and separate,
they come flooding back;
those almost-forgotten memories
evoked by a strain of music,
a flower's fragrance,
a kitchen smell of coffee brewing.
Sitting alone in front of TV,
I watch the bland-faced newsreaders
mouth reports of humanity's strained relations,
and remember my own involvement.
After the news,
some misty-eyed romance,
softly coloured, reminds me
of shared days now gone;
and of how you loved music,
flowers, hot brewed coffee,
and me.
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Option #8
A contest entry
- Pick! It's up to YOU! by redmarkonthewall.
525 points, ended March 6, 2007, 27 entries
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WOW! You caprured exatly what I feel everyday, its simple but extremely powerful. Definaltley one of the best poems I've read thus far.
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Well I swear I smell coffee and flowers! What's up with that! lol. Not bad at all. People like option 8! Anyways it's a pretty good write. Thanks for entering it and good luck to you.
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